Date: Thu, 11 May 2000 17:50:35 GMT
From: LHW .
Subject: The BSB NSYNC Chronicles Chapter 12
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This is an entirely fictional story (as if you couldn't guess) and is not
intended to imply anything about the sexuality of the members of NSYNC and
the Backstreet Boys and none of these events actually happened in real life.
Some of the phrases, places and text are copyrighted to Tolkien (thank you
to Kyriel2@aol.com for pointing out that I forgot to add this...). Also, the
characters "Hercules", "Iolaus", "Lilith" and "Jason" are copyrighted to the
show "Young Hercules" and all other companies associated with the show. This
story has hints of homosexual content but will move slowly in that area
because of the storyline. Comments and suggestions are welcomed and should
be sent to ensstyenlc@hotmail.com
If you are 18 or older, you may proceed to read the story. If you are under
18 years of age, shouldn't you be studying or at least at a Pokemon website
rather than here? ;-)
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|The BSB NSYNC Chronicles - Chapter Twelve|
Stile took a step towards Morcas, hissing like a cat would when it's angry.
Morcas reached down into his boots and withdrew two daggers. He began to
circle Stile, his daggers ready for battle. The two circled each other for a
while, then there was a blur of movement as the two elves engaged in battle.
Their movements were so fast that only Justin and Kevin (both of whom have
elven teachers) and the other elves could see the quick movements. Stile and
Morcas backed away form each other. Stile was still unwounded but Morcas had
one broken dagger and a large bruise on his chin.
"Yield?" Stile asked Morcas, who was panting loudly while Stile had not even
broken a sweat.
"Never!" Morcas growled, rushing at Stile again. There was another blur and
when Stile stepped back, he was wielding Morcas' remaining dagger while
Morcas had a large gash across his forehead. He snarled at Stile and rushed
at him again with beserk fury. In a quick move that even the elves had to
strain to see, Stile had dodged Morcas' fists and was now behind the
traitor. Before Morcas could react, he felt two sharp points pierce into his
neck. He gave a howl of pain as Stile drained the blood from his body. Stile
sucked ferociously and when he released Morcas, the shriveled corpse fell
forward on its face, all its blood drained by the young Lythar. Stile licked
his lips, and the fangs began to transform back to normal teeth again. There
was a stunned silence in the room for a while. Then Justin reached into his
armour and took out a small silver cross hanging by a chain. He held the
cross out at Stile and shouted, "Back! Back, you demon, back!"
Stile blinked in surprise and looked towards Estel. His brother just
shrugged unknowingly. Justin walked towards Stile, the cross still held up
in front of him, shouting things like 'back you demon' and 'flee, unholy
creature of darkness' and the like. Stile raised one of his eyebrows in
amusement.
"Err, Justin..." Estel began, tapping Justin on the shoulder. "Stile's not a
vampire."
"He just sucked that elf of all his blood," Justin replied, still not taking
his eyes of the bewildered Stile. "How can you prove that he's not a
vampire?"
"Well for one," Estel stated, "It's morning and the sun is shining through
the cave entrance right on Stile. And two, he doesn't seem to be affected by
your attempts to turn him."
"Oh," Justin said, suddenly feeling embarrassed.
"You can tell he's not a vampire," Hercules said. "Iolaus and I had to fight
some of them a few months back, and they're nothing like Stile."
Justin lowered the cross, relectantly putting it back into his armour.
"Okay, now the question that everyone's been waiting for," Chris announced.
"What the heck is a Lythari?"
"Lythar," Estel corrected. "Lythari is plural."
"Whatever," Chris said. "What's a Lythar?"
Stile cleared his throat. "We're a group of specially born elves or irda. No
other Faerie race can have Lythari. We specialise in shapeshifting of a
sort. We can shapeshift into ourselves if we were someone else."
"I don't understand that," Howie said, trying to make sense of Stile's
riddling words.
"I think he means that if he were to shapeshift into a wolf, he wouldn't be
a copied wolf, but he would be as though he were born a wolf," Kevin tried
to explain. "If he shifted into a human, he could not turn into me or you,
but only himself as he would be if he were born a human."
"I get it," Howie said, nodding. "I think..."
"Then why suck blood?" Lilith asked.
"We suck the blood of our enemies to gain certain abilities of the things we
shift into," Stile explained. "If I turned into a red dragon, I would not
have the fire breath unless I use a certain amount of stored blood to
duplicate the effect."
"So if you don't suck the blood of your enemies, you could shapeshift but
not use the abilities of the creature you turned into?" Justin clarified.
Stile nodded.
"Do you really need to suck blood?" Lilith asked, a grimace crossing her
face as she glanced at the shriveled corpse that was Morcas.
"Of course I have to suck blood! I use it as my magic. And if I didn't suck
blood, I wouldn't have the nice complexion I have now. It keeps me healthy,
all the blood," Stile said, drawing shudders and looks of disgust from all
the cadets. He could not help but laugh at their expressions.
"Now that is out of the way," Kevin said. "Justin, Chris and Howie, this is
my teacher Star."
Chris and Howie both gave Gil the typical greeting that Hercules had showed
them. The clasped their wrists and shook them once. Justin felt a twinge of
jealousy as Estel ran up and hugged Gil.
"Saesa omentien lle, Gil," Justin said in a fake polite voice. He did not
bother to bow or greet Gil with the Faerie greeting he had learnt.
"Star is currently trying to teach me how to use a bow," Kevin began before
Justin interrupted him. "Call him Gil! Can we just call everyone by their
elven names? It sickens me to know that the elves have to give human
translations for their names when Quenya sounds so much better!"
"Okay, okay," Kevin grumbled. "What's your problem?"
Justin just glared at Kevin and turned away. He looked at Gil and Estel. The
two were oblivious to what had just happened. Estel had a strange smile on
his face as he hugged Gil. Justin felt his heart slowly began to crack. To
make matters worse, Alegifu walked up to him and said, "Those two are very
close. They were inseperable until Gil began to travel. It was a part of his
profession while Estel had to stay behind to research and study before
becoming an archmage."
"Did you get my letter?" Gil asked Estel, hugging him tightly. "I haven't
seen you for a while, and you still haven't changed. But then, neither have
I."
"What letter?" Estel asked. "I haven't recieved anything from you for two
months already."
Gil frowned. "I sent you a message by sparrow a few weeks ago. The sparrow
returned, saying that it had successfully delivered the message."
"I didn't receive anything," Estel frowned. "Unless Justin got it and forgot
to pass it to me."
"Who's Justin?" Gil asked.
"The curly-haired one in Bladesinger armour," Estel replied. "He's my new
student. As well as someone special to me."
"Do I detect love in your voice?" Gil teased. Estel scowled at him, punching
him lightly on the arm.
"So I was right," Gil said smugly. "Come on, let me get to know your love a
little more personally."
Gil and Estel walked towards Justin, who was sitting on a large rock near
the back of the cave. One of the cadets had found two large carcasses of
venison in one of the cave chambers and the cadets (except for Stile who
said he was not hungry) were eating the roasted meat. Justin looked up and
saw Gil's hand around Estel's shoulders as the two of them approached. He
stood up.
"I'd like to be alone for a while," he said coldly, turning away from the
pair.
Estel grabbed Justin's arm. "What's wrong with you? You've been acting
strangely after you met Gil. What's the matter, don't like my brother?"
"B-brother?" Justin stammered. He blushed a bright red, causing Estel and
Gil to exchange glances.
"You thought I was Estel's lover or something?" Gil asked, understanding
Justin's reaction. Justin nodded slowly, a great weight of relief suddenly
released from his heart. "Wherever did you get that notion?"
"I saw you two hugging just now and I thought you two were lovers, not close
brothers," Justin explained. "And also the note I read..."
He fumbled around his belt pouch, looking for the letter Gil had written to
Estel. He found it and passed it to Estel. Estel read through it and nodded,
"I see what you mean. Anyone not aware that he was my brother would have
thought the same, too."
"Geez," Justin exclaimed. "Just how many siblings do you have, Estel?"
Estel and Gil grinned. "We're from a set of septulets," the said in unison.
"S-septulets?" Justin's jaw dropped in amazement. "I thought that elves
didn't have more than three children?"
"That is mostly true," Gil said, "but sometimes seven children are born at
the same time. When that happens, the septulets are called 'silver sevens'
and are known to be much more powerful than the average."
"Such cases are rare," Estel explained. "But we were born as a set of silver
sevens and that's why I can be both an archmage and a Bladesinger at the
same time. I'm the only elf capable of using all fifteen spheres of magic."
"Wow," Justin whistled. "So I bet that makes Gil the best Ranger, Lalaith
the best cleric and Stile the best Lythar. But what about Alegifu, Nirnaeth
and Larel? What are they best in?"
"Larel is the best archer," Estel said proudly. "He shoots four arrows at a
time to four different targets. Before the first set of arrows have even
hit, he would have released his fifth set by then."
"And Alegifu is a thief," Gil said. "She can walk so stealthily that
sometimes even I can't hear or track her."
"Like now?" Alegifu asked from behind Justin, who jumped in surprise. Justin
turned and looked at the grinning Alegifu. She gave a small bow.
"Nirnaeth is a bard," Estel said. "She is famous in all the villages and
even the clusters know about her."
"Cluster?" Justin asked, now thoroughly confused. "What's the difference
between a village and a cluster?"
"A village has two or more races of Faerie living in it," Gil said.
"A cluster has only one specific race of Faerie in it," Alegifu added.
"Sometimes, though, a cluster is much bigger population-wise than a
village," Estel finished.
"Hey you guys! Come on and eat!" Howie shouted at the four friends. Justin
realised that he was feeling positively ravenous and he went to join in the
meal.
Brian woke up to the late morning sun. He glanced at the beautiful woman
sleeping next to him. Her silvery blonde hair shone in the sunlight. Both of
them were exhausted because they had spent so much energy to quench the fire
that Brian had inadvertedly started. Even though they used magic, they were
still drained.
Brian looked at the magically restored room. He got up from the nest-like
bed and began to glance at all the candles he had placed. He was sure that
he had put them in positions so that the wooden house would not catch fire.
He glanced over at a thin pink candle in a corner of the room. The candle
was on its side, the wick pointing towards the wall. Brian noticed that the
candle was broken at the base, indicating a work of sabotage. He picked up
the broken candle and placed it into one of the large pockets in his robe.
He heard the sounds of Lalaith stirring in bed. He turned around and found
her stretching and yawning.
"What time is it?" Lalaith asked sleepily.
"Almost lunchtime," Brian said. "We both slept late."
"I had the strangest dream," Lalaith said, getting up from the bed and
smoothing her robes. "I dreamt that a beautiful human woman was fighting
with me for you."
"What did you do?" Brian asked, placing his arms on her hips, kissing her
forehead.
"I controlled the dream," Lalaith said. "All Faerie can control dreams, so I
just made her disappear."
"That's interesting," Brian said. "But you don't have to worry. No woman is
more beautiful than you, my dear."
Lalaith smiled and was about to kiss Brian when they heard a woman's
sarcastic voice from behind them. "We'll see about that."
Lalaith turned and moved closer to Brian, who put his arm around her in a
protective manner. Standing before them was a very beautiful woman wearing
skimpy clothing, and the little clothing she wore seemed to be made of lace.
"Aphrodite," Lalaith sneered at the Valar. "I should have known you'd be
involved in something like this. I bet you started the fire last night."
"Of course, dear," Aphrodite said arrogantly. "I couldn't let you get this
cutie."
"And how about your husband Hephaestus?" Lalaith asked crossly. "It's nor
fair for him for you to do this."
"What about him?" Aphrodite drawled, sitting on the bed. "All's fair in love
and war."
"Get off the bed," Brian snarled. "Don't defile it with your presence."
Aphrodite got off the bed and walked up to Brian. "Do you not think that I
am beautiful?"
"I think you're just a really old hag going through menopause," Brian
snarled. Aphrodite did not flinch at him, but placed one of her delicate
hands on his face.
"Tell me that I am beautiful," she purred, stroking his cheek. Brian
suddenly felt the urge to throw himself at her feet and offer his body to
her. He brought up an image of Lalaith to his mind, thinking of how much he
loved her.
"I deny you," Brian said softly. Aphrodite narrowed her eyes.
"Tell me that I am beautiful," she purred again, grabbing Brian's right hand
and placing it in her blond hair, her beautiful blue eyes gazing lovingly at
Brian. Brian swallowed and tried to suppress the jumble of emotions that he
felt. He tried to place Lalaith's face back in his mind but Aphrodite's face
kept appearing instead. Eru help me! Brian pleaded. He felt the emotions
stop and he managed to keep his composure.
"I deny you," Brian said again, this time more firmly. Aphrodite narrowed
her eyes again. She waved her hand and all of Brian's clothes disappeared,
as well as hers. She began to run her fingers down Brian's sculpted body,
reaching lower and lower.
"I DENY YOU!" Brian bellowed. "I DENY YOU, APHRODITE! LEAVE ME AT ONCE!"
Aphrodite drew back, startled. She looked at Lalaith who was staring at
Brian with admiration, respect and love. Aphrodite hissed and backed away
from Brian.
"There will be war for this insult," Aphrodite promised. She disappeared in
a bright flash of light, causing all of Brian's clothes to reappear. Brian
and Lalaith ignored her. They just hugged each other close, with Lalaith
feeling flattered that the man she loved was able to control himself and
choose him over the goddess of beauty and love. She knew that this was her
soulmate, the love of her life.
"Brian, will you marry me?" Lalaith asked softly. "It is unusual for a woman
to ask a man that question, but I want it that badly."
"Yes, I will," Brian said. "I've been trying to ask you that question many
times but you never seemed to want to commit."
"I'm ready now," Lalaith said, taking Brian's large hands in her slender,
delicate hands. "I now know that you will be true to me always."
Brian smiled happily at Lalaith and hugged her tight. The day suddenly
seemed to become much brighter and more beautiful for the both of them.
The day seemed to become darker and uglier for Joey as he stumbled through
the undergrowth. Every now and then, he turned around to see if he was being
followed. He heard the sound of a twig snapping, as though something big was
following him.
"Who's there?" Joey asked. There was silence. Not even a bird could be
heard. Joey continued on his trek towards the south, wondering how long he
would be lost like this. His meager supplies were running low, and for
someone with an enormous appetite like his, he felt as though he could
finish them all for one meal, instead of for another three more days.
Another twig snapped behind him and he spun around again.
"Who's there?" Joey asked again, his heart in his throat. A soft growling
noise emanated from behind a nearby bush. Joey felt a shiver run down his
spine. He picked up a long branch from the ground and prodded the bush. The
growling noise became louder and turned into a snarl. Joey prodded the bush
one more time. The bush rustled and shook. Joey backed away in fear.
"Show yourself," he stammered, trying to be brave, while he actually felt
like wetting himself. A loud snarl could be heard and Joey froze again.
Suddenly, a white streak of fur lunged at Joey from behind the bush,
snarling and snapping at him. Joey gave a shriek of terror as he tried to
block himself from the creature.
------------------------------TO BE CONTINUED------------------------------
How was the ending for this one? Tell me about it. Someone emailed me and
wanted me to include something like a 'what happens next' segment after the
story, so they knew at least basically what will happen in the next chapter.
Will you guys help me out and email me to tell me if that would be a good
idea or a bad one. If enough people say it's a good idea, I'll put it in, so
email me with the answers soon.
Well basically thanks to God, David from Nifty, my friends on the Realms of
Despair whose names I have used, JRR Tolkien for writing such nice books
that I have read and enjoyed and took elements of things from, everyone who
has sent me emails encouraging me especially Rune Therin for all those nice
long emails that told me specifically where I went wrong and which parts
were nice (you've been really helpful Rune!), to my new friend Lancefan2001
(or Lance for short) for your wonderful emails as well. To everyone at Nifty
who reads the story and to those who don't but know it exists.
Email me and tell me about this chapter. I like getting response from
people. That way I know what most people are expecting and find a way to
surprise them... ;)
Anywayz, emails of all sorts related to the story should be sent to
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Hope to hear from you guys soon! Ciao for now!
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